The Crimson Emperor

SW Pulp 30s game in NYC

What can I say, the next two weeks seemed pretty tame and slow in comparison to the last few monthes. The Scientist and his daughter had gotten back to France and she explained she had been taking driving lessons possibly looking into becoming a racecar driver. I was kind of happy but sad I wasn’t her father. Her father had been inspired to start work on defensive weapons to counteract any weapon know of that was too inhumane to use in war, whatever that meant.

Constantine had taken some time off to contemplate his life with his chruch monk friends, they make pretty good wine I found out when I went to visit him. Bill’s Boss retired saying he was getting too old for this kind of thing. Bill stepped into the job and hated every minute of being behind a desk but was the cornerstone to a lot of agents putting away a lot of bad men. I didn’t actually get to be president since the real president elect swore in himself with the crisis averted and stepped down due to health reasons.

Some yahoo vice president took the opening so what was I to do. What kind of name is Herbert Hoover? You know what I did? I did run for Mayor of New York City that’s what. I got a meeting in a bit with some mob bos- I mean local entruepenuers about some changes to some laws that might make them a little more legal if they changed their ways a bit. I can be kinda persuasive if I want to be… I don’t mean with words. I prefer a closed fist and a bottle of scotch. They can pick the stick or the carrot, I still get the same result in the end. What I want.

Explaining to Bill’s Boss I wasn’t the president and about the mirror machine was pretty hard until I waded up some napkins put it in the mouth of Bill’s Boss and before Bill could stop me I slugged him right in the chin knocking him off his feet with an uppercut. I explained the senator wasn’t a boxer or a scraper but Bill was more concerned with stopping his Boss who was trying to swing a chair at me.

The arguements continued but it boiled down to me going to the swearing in, word was the President Elect was on his way there which meant the Crimson Emperor’s fake was already on the move or the gas we found out that was going to be used on a part of New York City hadn’t gone off meant they were going ahead with their plan faster since someone was on to them. Getting the drop on the other face with a mixture of black and cayenne pepper wrapped in coffee filters wasn’t as heroic as one would think.

Getting shot by the secret service, well that just pissed me off. Fortunately the fake got shot too since his face started to turn from the pepper in his eyes and lead in his side. The Fake’s campaign manager swore and started moving towards the back of the crowd. We figured out it was the real Crimson Emperor, who fights like a girl by the way stood upright when I started to talk smack about him. Eventually he just bolted when we started to chase him and he turned invisible and took off. I tried to throw chairs at open areas most of them just flew into the crowd. We didn’t let him take over America but that didn’t mean we had won. The crusty old bastard could probably just wait until we died and try again.

With the help of President Elect Tony Bill doesn’t catch as much flack at work since he was on a special assignment for me personally. There’s a threat to national security possibly and we needed backup, guns, and a ride out to McDuffy’s Farm. Unfortunately we were still on China’s time so it was well past 2am when we got to Bill’s office and the graveyard shift didn’t know what to do. Getting the head of office, Bill’s boss there was easy enough. Bill calling him at home telling him there was coffee, the president elect at the office, and that they needed to talk got a few curses but he was still there in under thirty minutes. We got new agents guns and three cars to ride out there in.

Sneaking there went great until we got pinned down and started shooting at the crimson guys. That’s when I saw Fake Tony through some cracks in the barn wall. The large barrels of something with a skull on the side and sprayers got me thinking about that Red Mist they had the scientist cook up for them. I started firing into the side of the barn in the middle of the shoot out and jammed my gun barrel through a hole shooting up several people inside and the truck. Eventually it came barreling out. I took out the tires before walking out, the agent with me pulling me back as bullets from the second floor of the house came down where I was standing. I yell out for everyone to concentrate fire on those windows as I walked out towards the still moving truck with the gas in it. I kept shooting till it careened and tipped over… then I kept shooting till it caught fire and blew up, Constantine and Bill dove out on fire and fell over… kinda hoping they were fakes. We offed the rest of the shooters and called in the calvary. We asked them to bring a few thermos full of coffee. They did, plus donuts.

The agent who had been next to me told the rest of the rookies about how reckless and wild I had been but I was a really good shot. I winked at Bill and went over and thanked them explained I was doing what any president should do, fight and protect this great nation. As I came back smirking Bill admitted although short I might have just made those rookies want to stay in for the next thirty years. I shrugged since we had bigger things to worry about. Like me swearing into office.

Summary: We worked our way down to the 1st floor and out of that crummy flophouse. We found the doctor we had killed before (we thought) and had the guy mess up one of our faces to look like the President Elect. The real President Elect goes into hiding with Constantine’s Friends, the Mob Bosses head out to clean up their gangs and were tipped off by the doctor to the crimson thugs had been talking about McDuffy’s old farm so we left him with the gangsters and looked at getting backup for the farm. Tony looks like the President Elect by the way.

Session from 12 Sep 2012

Long Summary:
Being back in the States was good for the group since it was home, Egg was interested in America since it was his first time. Robert had some family things he had to take care of and Egg offered to come along and we parted ways. Obviously I explained I wanted a drink and going to my old wateringhole was the first choice. Bill actually agreed since he thought he could soften the blow of his superiors and what they’ll do to him. I saw a car outside the bar I didn’t know and started to sneak up on it, even being gone for a while certain things just didn’t come in this neighborhood. When it took off I threw a brick at the back window taking it out. It felt good to be home causing trouble as opposed to half way aorund the world on a snow covered mountain.

Mic basically let me know I had been running around causing a whole bunch of odd occurences. Fake tony, had been running around. Fake Tony had been in MY house, sleeping in MY bed. Fake Tony was going to be Dead Tony real soon. I put down my drink and told the rest we needed to leave. Bill explained we could at least finish our drinks but the fact he was out of his chair by the collar first as I dragged him outside meant we were going to my house first.

I didn’t expect two cars to swerve up on the sidewalk and guys with machine guns to get out. I told them they needed to move as I walked towards them. One of them aimed to the side of me at Constantine and I moved in front of the gun as a burst went off. He was a little nervous when I kept coming and his gun was against my chest. When I roared out for him to move as blood trickled out my wound more guys got out with guns.

I looked back and several guys had guns on Constantine, and Bill. Bill let me know finishing his drink sounded way better now then before. I put up my hands and wiped the blood on my shoulder before headbutting him and getting shoved into a car by some other goons. The three of us ended up at a rundown flop house with the windows boarded up. We saw a few gangsters we had seen before plus a very sickly senator.

We brainstormed an escape plan, to motivate the rest of the group to come up with something smart that would work I let them know I was go to be losing it in the next five minutes. When I lost it the group took out the guards. The guards in the hallway got taken out as well but the sounds from downstairs of several feet pounding up stairs let us know we weren’t done yet.

August 29th Session

Summary:
After the take off, I thought it’s be smooth sailing. The sound of six Crimson fighters on the tarmac starting up though proved me wrong. We did okay fending them off by just getting distance in plus Bill had brought the heavy machine gun with him (soveigner). We touched down in India aftwards and went our seperate ways. Our little group made it’s way back to the States by way of a tanker while the rest (Wing and Diana) went to find Grey. Egg decided to stick around with us for a bit. I think it took longer to get through customs then it did to go from Indiana to the Big Apple though.

One thing about someone who’s shady and will kill without a hint of hesitation, they can’t be trusted. It’s not if, it’s when they double cross you that you got to stay on your toes for. Staring down the barrel of an automatic isn’t the best of places to be and still think you have the upper hand. But that German ambassador didn’t see it coming when he found himself rolling on the ground with the rest of the crimson soldiers around him with a lot of explaining to do before they probably killed him.

Session from 18 July 2012

As the brisk icy air hit me it stung my teeth and lungs. The sun seemed too bright since I hadn’t seen sunlight for a month probably. It felt good though, we were out of the prison cells but we were now on the runway with only a few minutes before our ride off the god forsaken frozen fortress would be gone and we had several guards running towards us. Bill was still chuckling. I had made a deal with another devil for our freedom with the promise of handing over the Marcels, I was going to be getting some premium German beer though and a ticket off this rock. Too bad I’d have to probably have to come up short on my end of the bargain. I couldn’t do that to the Doc and his daughter… I might try and still get that keg and a ride home though.

Session from 11 July 2012

Standing around and pacing in my cell probably has you wondering. Tony if you just unlocked your cell and everyone is free why don’t you try the door and get out of the prison. Rewind five hours and delete my evil twin. That room is next door and yes I busted out of it. I guess I should explain. Especially the whole evil twin.

Session on June 27 2012

I don’t know if I’m in a better situation now or worse now that I’m out of the firefight with the crimson soldiers. I’m in a dungeon and we’re trying to figure out how to get out.

The fire fight raged for a bit longer until we were surrounded. With Constantine unsconscious next to me on the other side of the wall plus six soldiers having me at gunpoint I was kind of out of options and put down my gun before knocking back a swig of alcohol from one of my many flasks. I took account and everyone was down beside me, Diana, and Tsang. Refusing to surrender at gun point left our attackers with the option of beating people unconscious to get them to summit. Everyone was resuscitated so they could walk and we were marched to the foreboding plateau for the next two or three days.

Session from Just 20th 2012

If I told you at this point I didn’t want a drink since I was too tired if you knew me you’d wonder if I was okay you’d be right I’m not. I’m hosed. Constantine is unconscious next to me, most of the soldiers with us are now dead and I think we’re outnumbered three or four to one. Guess I should explain.

Session from June 13th 2012

When you’re lying prone in the snow against a stone wall wondering how you and your friends are going to get out of the situation you’re in you’d be thought crazy if you had the idea in your head I have right now. I need a volcano. I meant the drink but a real one would do. A tropical drink with rum might warm me up considering the frozen battlefield I seemed to have gotten dragged into by that Chinese captain and his platoon. I wish I had a couple of pineapple grenades right now, this situation would be a lot easier. I’d even setting for a Yeti running in with a machine gun, still can’t get the locals to tell me straight if he’s real or not but they seem to talk about him like he is. I guess I should explain a bit why I want a mixed tropical drink you set on fire or a real life natural disaster. In short I’m kinda loosing it. Here why.

Session 9 on June 6th, 2012

Being stone cold sober in a situation where you just heard someone shooting at you possibly is something most people would think is a good thing. Makes your reactions sharper, you think to look for cover, and you try and figure out where the shots are coming from. I wasn’t one of those people, I needed another drink. Granted if you were taken prisoner, asked to assist in an investigation, at gunpoint, by a platoon of Communist Chinese soldiers to assist them in the search around a small village, which happens to be all dead, to figure out why they all died and if the British government had any part in it you might think differently. Oh I forgot to mention I’m in the middle of nowhere and it’s as cold as all get up since you’re smack dab in the middle of some Tibetan mountains range. Plus you just found out that the abominable snowman is REAL and may have stopped by the village you’re in for a snack or just to kill all the villagers. Add in the discovery the people in the village possibly died from a plague caused by the river you’ve been drinking out of or the food you’ve been eating… It might be something else possibly since we found a drawing by one of the dead villagers showing otherwise. A dragon. The picture was of the town, the river and a dragon breathing fire over the village… which might be a reference to this Red Emperor guy we’re looking for and considering the guy was dying he did a hell of a lot better than I would at drawing it even if I’m not dead yet. Its just been weird the last two days but I’m rambling which you can probably tell this is one of those times a long pull of scotch is in order. I keep getting shots but not the kind I want!

Session 9 from May 30th 2012

Tony’s breathing was still rapid he noticed and little could be heard over the whistle of the wind besides his heart beat pounding in his chest. This was really happening he thought to himself. The adrenaline in Tony’s body seemed to stop surging and the realization of the ground coming up violently to meet him put his heart in his throat. His eyes teared up from the increase of speed as he hit before everything went dark. Tony was no paratrooper so as he slammed into the ground he cursed aloud as he bounced into the air and tumbled to a stop over the icy patch of snow trapped now inside his parachute and parachute cord. He lay still a few seconds the world still spinning and needed to regain his bearing as the powdery snow around him settled back down from his kickup crash landing. Standing up a bit disoriented Tony worked his way through the parachute and lines and stumbled away on shaky legs out of the darkness. He squinted since it was so bright out. Falling back onto his now deflated parachute pile he rummaged around in his inner pockets and produced a small metal flask. Shaky hands dropped the flask which calmed Tony a bit a small joke or pun created.